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Eunice Moral Jan 2016
Now I stood at the back of this old church. See you cry with all the intensity and emotions. You look divine in that suit. The air is filled
with the smell of roses. White ones.

You're doing the happy cry once more. I told you it
doesn't suit you one bit, but I will let you have it this time.

I can feel the weight of your stare from across this vast space of pastel colors, of ribbons with intricate details, of highly decorated pews, of slow murmurs of the guests half of which we barely know - your stare means, This is it, it is finally happening. I know your hands are clammy, you feel like your heart is going to jump out of your throat any moment. Hold yourself together, sweet love. It will be official soon enough.

Pachebel Canon is now being played softly on the piano, as if on cue, all the murmurs stopped, it was replaced by ooohs and ahhhs. I noticed the guests are as excited as you. I could very well feel the welling up of jumbled emotions inside me.

She looked perfect. She looked every bit of a happy girl marrying her dream guy - the love of my life.

And my heart plummets to this bottomless abyss of sadness.
Today you will be marrying her. Today you are no longer mine. Today you looked your happiest, and maybe that will be enough for me.

You loved me before, I love you now, I guess timing and chances will never rhyme.
Reese Mauro Dec 2015
Sometimes when I look back
It's hard to imagine
What went wrong
It's hard to imagine
How you thought this was right
It's hard to imagine
How things went so bad so fast
This was written on a night of weakness, where I indulged in thinking about the past
Sleepless Dec 2015
I fell in love the day that we met
A feeling I would soon regret
For I found you with her
Under covers you did stir
An image I could not forget

You promised that here you would stay
Yet in her bed you now lay
And alone here I cry
Under darkening sky
For my colours have all turned grey

You said "I love you, I do"
But I found your intentions weren't true
How foolish was I
To believe such a lie
And now my heart is in two
Cheating can only end in pain
Àŧùl Dec 2015
The king had a terrific ***,
The *** ran a race & won it!

The media glorified it and put,
'The King's *** Won The Race!'

The king felt embarrassed,
He gave his *** to the queen.

The media again hyped it and put,
'A Royal Exchange: The Queen Has The Best *** In The Kingdom!'

The royal family felt frustrated & flustered,
They decided to do away with the *** now.

The Queen's ***, which earlier was the King's *** was abandoned in the forest,
The royalty felt at ease now.

But the media hyped it too!
*THE ROYAL *** GOES WILD!!!
Inspired from a Whatscrap joke I received.

A King enrolled his donkey in a race & won.

Local paper read:
'KING's *** WON'

The king was so upset with this kind of publicity that he gave the donkey to the queen.

The local paper then read:
"QUEEN HAS THE BEST *** IN TOWN"
The king fainted....

Queen sold the donkey to a farmer for Rs100.

Next day paper read: "QUEEN SELLS HER *** FOR Rs100"
The queen fainted...

The next day king ordered the queen
to buy back the donkey and leave it in jungle.

The Next Headlines:
"QUEEN ANNOUNCES HER *** IS FREE & WILD"
The king died... !!

This was Indian media in Britain, you know better.

My HP Poem #932
©Atul Kaushal
ThirstyRose Nov 2015
Please come back to me
I thought I meant more to you than I meant to me
Please come for me
Don't you care to check in on me
I wanna try agsin
I need you
I need you
Release your love and support on me again
Please come back to me
I wanna try again
I miss you
I miss you
Alyssa Torres Nov 2015
I enjoy being touched.
Not in the sense of *******.
Or lust.

But in the way of true innocence.

I crave affection.
Even if I cannot give it.
Even if it is without being physical,
A smile changes my day.

But the knowledge would be nice.

To know
That I alone
Can be loved by him?
Ah, what a joy.

But I can’t.

I flinch at touch,
I squirm during hugs,
I shy away from lips.

But the knowledge would be nice.
Genius Monkey Sep 2015
Goodbye.
It’s time to cry.
Goodbye.
Now, I’ll die.

It’s time.
I shout to the sky.
It’s time.
To live this lie.

It’s time.
To move on and smile.
Goodbye.
I’ll miss you for a while.
Caitlin Fisher Aug 2015
Say but a few words and you’ll capture my heart

One word sets my face to smile
Two words sets my eyes alight
Three words make my world bright

I.      Love.     You.

It’s simple, right?
But never had I heard it when we were apart

And in the dream-lit air of night
I see you words and feel your light
I imagine you must be one of my sun-spun knights

I can sleep soundly and dream with delight
After talking to an angel all through the night
For what would I be without my crusader of light
Valerie Csorba Jul 2015
I** am the rain on a sunny day, destroying everything that is remotely happy,

Absolutely revolting as I cling to unstable dreams of loyalty.
Masked by a dishonest smile, I strive to become the positive person everyone wants around.

A court of jesters surround me to justify my hilarity based on their singular opinion.

Carved out of the ivory of life, I break to shambles under immense amounts of pressure.
Unforgiving poetry escapes my mouth in the most destructive way possible.
Nothing I say can justify the horrid choice in vocabulary I spread out on the table before you in a fit of rage and misunderstanding, and now
Tomorrow is another day of regrettable instances and apologies that mean absolutely nothing to you.
I am a ****.
Ever since you came in,
I was happy,
I put you before anything else,
I made you my queen,
I did anything you said,
But you did not see my efforts
You did not laugh,
You saw someone else,
You said yes to him
You Should Have Stayed OUT Of My Life.
I only write pen if I'm sad, to express my inner self.
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